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Glass Chalet - Wilbur Soot
Lyrics by：William Gold
Composed by：William Gold
There's another one that I wrote to the tune of
Let me see how it goes
I've lost my way
And when this is done
I'm running away
And when I have gone
I'll be where I'll stay
Like a bicycle
And bright blue waves
And I'll shave my head
And forget my name
'Cause I'll kill it dead
Yes I'll kill it dead
If you couldn't understand what I was saying back then
You wouldn't need to
And I'm being really serious here
I'm digging up old bones
Use a trebuchet
I'm throwing stones
From a glass chalet
Hope it comes back home
Like a boomerang
Hit my frontal lobe
See it set free I free I free I
I still have hope
But I kill it dead
Yes I kill it dead
I hope
Between you and me
It sounds horrible
